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[heirofficium]

So... more memory loss? Really? Like Kyriakos wasn't enough for us?

I'm kidding, flower. I know it won't be like that. Curious how you'll make me fit, though! What do you think? Muggle teen heartthrob? Actor? Singer? Oh, singer. I like that one. Make me some bad boy who sings at open mic. [ snickers to himself. ]

Just don't take too long making up your mind, duckie. You've only got til the end of the month.

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[asthedrivensnow]

Future rumours paint you as Stubby Boardman, so assuming you're fine with the discomfort and mild hygiene issues associated with leather pants...

[Hello, baby cousin. You're still a wee tyke of fourteen-ish, for her. Not yet a complete disgrace, and not disowned nor fled to the Potter's. So, family, albeit irritating in the way of all teenage boys.]

[heirofficium]

Stubby— come again— actually no. Just no. [ shudders all the same. leather pants. ]

What in Merlin's name would make you think I'd wear leather pants? I don't... what? What do you even want, Narcissista?

[asthedrivensnow]

They're de rigeur for singing heartthrobs. Don't go making life-path decisions without a tiny bit of research. [Since he, as a boy, gets to make his own. To a point.]

...I see your insults haven't improved.

we've totally threaded together in here haven't we

[heirofficium]

[ SO MUCH EYEROLL ] Muggles don't all wear the same thing, Narcissa. [ racist ] The Beatles wore those suits and military jackets and all sorts of things, you know.

I see your need to antagonize me hasn't improved.

Years ago, I had to rummage through my archived stuff. 2013.

[asthedrivensnow]

My. I'd no idea you were such a fashionista.

And it's less a need than an habitual response.

[deering]

Muggle teen heart-throb? I didn't know you liked to sing, Regulus.